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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.