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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.