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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
the Association,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.