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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
the Association,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.