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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Gong,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.