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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.