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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Cybotron,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.