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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.