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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Swans,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.