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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
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Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.