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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Busters to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.