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 Israel 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.