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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.