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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.