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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Magma,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.