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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.