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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.