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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.