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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.