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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.