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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.