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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.