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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.