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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.