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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
MDC,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.