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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Can,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.