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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Zapp,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.