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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Slave,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.