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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.