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 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.