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 Benin 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.