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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Organ to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
The Move,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.