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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Scion,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.