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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.