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 Syria 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Wings,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.