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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.