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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.