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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.