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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
The Wake,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.