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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.