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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.