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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Echospace,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.