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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.