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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.