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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.