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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.