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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.