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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.