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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.