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 Malta 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.