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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.