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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.