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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.