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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Index,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.