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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.