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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.