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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.