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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya 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 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.