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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.