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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.