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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.