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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.