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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.