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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.