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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Visage,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.