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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.