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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.