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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.