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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
X-101,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.