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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.