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 Thailand and from New York.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.