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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
MDC,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.