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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.