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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.