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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.