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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the grime 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes 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?
Lungfish,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.