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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Sparks,
Gong,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.