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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.