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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.