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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.