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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
UT,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.