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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.