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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Swans,
The Wake,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.