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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.