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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.