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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
the Association,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.