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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.