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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.