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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.