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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.