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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.