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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.