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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.