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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Index,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.