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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.