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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.