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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.