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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.