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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.