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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
10cc,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.