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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.