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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Can,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.