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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
The Sound,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
The Move,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.