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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.