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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Wire,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.