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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.