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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.