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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.