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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Urselle 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.