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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.