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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.