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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.