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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.