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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.