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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.