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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Pole,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.