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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.