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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.