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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.