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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.