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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Wire,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.