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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.