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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.