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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Wings,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.