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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.