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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.