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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.