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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Organ to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.