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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.