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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.