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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.