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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.