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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.