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 Burkina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
ABC,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.