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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.