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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.