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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Q65,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.