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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.