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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.