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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Motions,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.