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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
UT,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.