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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.