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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.