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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.