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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.