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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.