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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.