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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.