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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.