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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.