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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.