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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.