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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
Rakim,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.