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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.