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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gories to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.