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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Nico,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.