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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
UT,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
10cc,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.