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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.