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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.