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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.