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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.