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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
PIL,
Nico,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.