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 Argentina and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.