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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.