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 Liberia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
MC5,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.