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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.