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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.