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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.