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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.