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 Ireland and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.