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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.