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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.