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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.