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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.