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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.