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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.