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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.