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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.