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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Monks,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.