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 Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.