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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.