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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.