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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.