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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Can,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.