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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Technova,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.