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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Ludus to the punk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.