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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.