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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.