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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.