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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.