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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.