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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.