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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.