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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.