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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Television,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.