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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.