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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.