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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.