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 Chile 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.