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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.