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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.