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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.