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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.