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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.