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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.