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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.