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 China and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.