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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.