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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.