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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.