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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.