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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Faust,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.