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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.