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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.