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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.