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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.