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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.