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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.