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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.