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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.