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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.