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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.