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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.