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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.