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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.