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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.