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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.