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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.