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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.