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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.