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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.