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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.