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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Brick,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.