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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.