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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.