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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.