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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.