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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.