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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.