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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.