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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.