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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.