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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.