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 Syria 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.