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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.