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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.