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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.