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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Nico,
PIL,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.