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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Wings,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.