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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.