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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.