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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.