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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Residents,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.