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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.