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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.