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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
JFA,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.