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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.