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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.