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 Chad 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Warsaw,
X-101,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.