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 Bahamas 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.