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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.