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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.