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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.