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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.