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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.