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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.