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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.