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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Faust,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the 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.