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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
The Evens,
the Association,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.