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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.