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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
New Order,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.