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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Oblivians,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.