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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.