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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.