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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
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.