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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.