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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Fortunes 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.