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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Can,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.