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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Kinks,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Ituana,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.