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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.