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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.