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 Netherlands 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Oneida 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.