Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Faust,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.