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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.