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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.