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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.