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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.