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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.