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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.