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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.