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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
X-102,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.