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 Sweden and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.