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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.