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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '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 Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.