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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
New Order,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.