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 Andorra 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.