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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.