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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.