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 Japan 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.