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 Japan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.