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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Japan,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.