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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.