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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gap Band to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Television,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.