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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Symarip,
AZ,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.