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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.