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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.