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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.