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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.