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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.