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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.