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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.