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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.