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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Nico,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.