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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.