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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.