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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.