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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.