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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.