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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.