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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.