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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.