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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.