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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.