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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.