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 Canada 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.