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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.