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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears 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 electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.