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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
New Order,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.