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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.