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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Marmalade 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
The Move,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.