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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Crime,
UT,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.