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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.