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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.