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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
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.