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 India and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.