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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.