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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.