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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
UT,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.