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 States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.