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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.