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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Faust,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Evens,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.