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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.