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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
The Doors,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.