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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Magma,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.