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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.