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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Smog,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.