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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.