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 Belize and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.