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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.