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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Brick,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.