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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.