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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.