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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.