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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.