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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.