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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.