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 United States and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.