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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.