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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.