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 Korea South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.