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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Selecter 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.