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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.