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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.