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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.