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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.