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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.