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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.