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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.