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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Japan,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.