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 Algeria 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 Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Can,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.