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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
DNA,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.