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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Wake,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.