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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.