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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.