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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.