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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.