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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.