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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.