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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.