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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.