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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.