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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.