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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
ABC,
Jandek,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.