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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.