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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.