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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.