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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Index,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.