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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.