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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.