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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Nico,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.