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 Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.