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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.