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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.