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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
DNA,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.