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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.