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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.