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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.