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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.