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 Austria and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.