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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.