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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Television,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.