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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.