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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.