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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.