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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.