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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.