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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Crime,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.