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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.