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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.