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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.