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 Romania 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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?
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.