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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
ABC,
Cymande,
the Association,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.