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 Malawi 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.