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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.