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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.