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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.