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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.