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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
The Slits,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.