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 Angola 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.