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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.