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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.