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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
X-101,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.