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 Iran 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.