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 Malaysia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.