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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Gong,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.