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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.