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 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.