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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.