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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.