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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Technova,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.