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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.