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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
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Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.