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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.