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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.