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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.