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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.