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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.