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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.