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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
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.