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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.