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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
cv313,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.