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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.