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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.