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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Japan,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.