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 Ecuador and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Technova,
Faust,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.