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 China and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Wire,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Organ,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.