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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.