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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
ABBA,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.