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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Mars,
AZ,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.