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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.