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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.