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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.