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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Sound,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.