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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.