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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.