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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.