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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.