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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Ituana,
UT,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.