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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
UT,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.