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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.