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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.