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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.