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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
CMW,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Wings,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.