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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Evens to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.