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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.