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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Index,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.