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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.