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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.