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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.