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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.