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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.