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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.