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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
DNA,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.