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 Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.