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 Switzerland 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Wire,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.