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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Oneida,
The Monks,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.