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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.