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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.