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 Sudan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.