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 Colombia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.