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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.