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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.