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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.