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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.