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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.