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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.