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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
X-102,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.