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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.