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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Lalann,
cv313,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.