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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.