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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.