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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.