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 Mali and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
the Slits,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.