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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
PIL,
New Order,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.