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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.