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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.