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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.