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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.