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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.