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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.