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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.