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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.