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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.