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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.