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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.