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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.