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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.