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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.