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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.