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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.