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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 X-102 to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.