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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 guitar 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.